Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from the UAE and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Accadde A to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Judy Mowatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Altered Images,
Peter & Gordon,
Hoover,
Scrapy,
Piero Umiliani,
Eli Mardock,
The Doors,
The Fire Engines,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sandy B,
The Monks,
Eddi Front,
Shoche,
Susan Cadogan,
DJ Sneak,
Q and Not U,
Dawn Penn,
Wasted Youth,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Animal Collective,
Bush Tetras,
Flash Fearless,
X-102,
Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
Prince Buster,
Surgeon,
kango's stein massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faust,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter and Kerry,
Don Cherry,
Anakelly,
Dual Sessions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kenny Larkin,
Quadrant,
Television,
Sister Nancy,
The Cramps,
Anthony Braxton,
Clear Light,
Pylon,
Metal Thangz,
The Cowsills,
JFA,
Matthew Bourne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aswad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Machine,
The Happenings,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.